Aniruddha Pathak

Lonely Hearts

No Fathers’ Day card e’er failed to arrive, Nor yet a sterile call on Mothers’ Day; A family album on a lean dayKept deserted memories still alive, As did the once-in-a-blue-moon visitsThat waned thinner as every season changed.

The Spartan flat, once modestly crowded, Looked more spacious now than it ever was,